Chapter 23 Peanut
PEANUT
We pulled up to the Seven To Da Cove lounge. I didn’t know what this nigga was on, but having fucking lunch was the last thing I was trying to do. Dio stepped out of his ride while Samara waited in the car.
“Why are we here?” Xavier asked Dio.
“Nigga you said you wanted me to ask Keith, so let’s do it. The corny ass nigga works here. Now come on because time is money and this nigga ain’t worth my time or money.”
Zay shook his head as we followed behind him. When Dio entered the building and moved beyond the walls, he got loud as hell, “One, two, Keith, where the fuck are you?” he shouted.
People’s heads swung our way. He smiled as he began walking through the lounge like he owned it.
“Three, four, I want to pound your shit in some more. Five, six, you would never bag my bitch. Seven, eight, your brother should have stayed the fuck out of the way. Nine, ten, nigga why are you hide-ing?”
Zay ran after Dio and grabbed his arm. “Nigga is you crazy? Fuck wrong with you?” he gritted.
Dio’s eyes landed on his hand as they rose to him slowly. “Get your hand off me, and I thought you heard, a nigga is crazy,” he winked.
Crazy wasn’t the fucking word. It almost made me curious why Chevy had chosen his ass to be the Prince of the Zoo. My eyes searched the area, and I spotted Keith coming from the back with a tray in his hand.
“Bingo!” Dio said.
I thought as soon as Keith saw him, he was going to take off running, but to my surprise, he didn’t. Dio walked over to him and cornered him. “Healed up pretty good, that means I didn’t beat yo ass enough.”
Keith’s nose flared. “Fuck you!”
Dio smiled. “I should beat yo ass again, but because a nigga got a pretty ass woman sitting in the car waiting, I don’t have time. Where the fuck is your brother at?” he gritted.
Keith’s lip curled. “Nigga I’m not telling you shit. I hope he beats yo ass!”
Dio nodded slowly. “Nigga this Zoo, and if you don’t know by now, I suggest you find out quick. Keith, beating your ass was minor. I meant what I said before, I want to put a bullet in you. I don’t like your dry mouth, crunchy shirt-wearing, wannabe thug ass. Like I really don’t!” he barked.
Keith started to laugh. “And I’m still not telling you where my brother is nigga! I don’t like you either; for all I care, you can get smoked before you step out of this muhfucka. Nigga—”
I hit his ass. I hit him so hard that Keith flew back against the wall. I didn’t have the patience for the back-and-forth. Dio turned to me and smiled. “My kind of nigga.”
I glanced at Zay, who looked jealous. I knew he wanted to get in on the dirty work, but, as an athlete, he was extremely popular, so he couldn’t.
He truly couldn’t do too much, and I think it’s what made him angry.
Being a part of the Zoo had its perks for him, but it also made it hard for him to maintain his image as a star.
For me, my fist was my voice. I couldn’t slick talk like them, it took me a minute to process my thoughts enough to get a clear word out, so I used my hands.
Keith had tried to swing back when Bishop came up on his side. “Y’all little niggas better ease up. Dio, Chev, know you here?”
Dio’s eyes flicked as they landed on Bishop. “Nah, I’m out, but your son,” he paused as he pointed at Keith. “That nigga better—”
My eyes landed on Zay, who pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked it. “Oh shit, Chev got Mison!” he said as he tapped Dio’s arm.
Dio nodded at Bishop, “Speak of the Devil. Looks like Keith got another day to breathe,” he said as he walked off.
Dio was calm for the most part, but there were times that nigga could be off his rocker.
It was as if he were two different people.
I wasn’t sure if he would ever let up on Keith, and frankly, I didn’t give a damn.
We rushed out of the building and headed home, where Chevy told us he and Mison were.